I don't think it's a secret that New York tastemakers don't love my work.

Let the green girl go!

And Goodness knows The Wicked's lives are lonely Goodness knows The Wicked die alone

So much of me is made of what I learned from you; you'll be with me like a handprint on my heart and now whatever way our stories end I know you have re-written mine by being my friend

No, you're wrong. I'm a hundred percent callow and deeply shallow.

I have learned that human beings are not searching for philosophies, even though it may seem that way sometimes. We are searching for something we can trust. And when we find ourselves in the midst of change, the philosophies are like a broken crutch. They do not hold us up. What supports us is a force, an energy, a vortex of love that expresses through us as warmth, creativity, service, and compassion.

Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill.